Renard:
You could show a little gratitude. I did spare your life at the banker's office. That's right. I couldn't you. You were working for me. You delivered the money, killed King and now you brought me the plane.

Renard:
I'm afraid it is you who deserve credit. When I took her, she was promise itself. And then you left her at the mercy of a man like me. You ruined her. For what? To get to me? She's worth fifty of me.